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Leiton Grey looks over the otter, stripping off any clothing to make sure nothing is hurt. Truthfully he's just being overly protective of the otter, but it does leave Luna naked. He whimpers at the scrapes and bruises, bringing him fully into his arms for a hug. Luna sighs, happy to have the squirrel helping him. He doesn't object as the squirrel strip his body. The otter's body is rather lean, covered in chocolate brown fur. Well lean with the exception of his stomach, which shows the otters love for food, though nothing to any great, only a few extra pounds. Rather average sheath and balls reside between his rather powerful legs. He blushes, attempting to hide his nudity and slight bit of pudge from the squirrel, though the squirrels hug doesn't really allow him to do so as he's brought right up against the other male. The squirrel is entirely platonic in the stripping and hugging, even if it made the otter naked. The squirrel's just worried for his friend's well-being. As for pudge, it just nicely presses against the squirrel's belly while he squeezes his friend. After a moment, the squirrel let's go, setting the otter down, before inspecting again for bruising. He even lifts up the otter's jewels, moves the sheath around, checks under the tail, all to make sure not a spot on his friend is damaged too much. Luna Loutre squeaks, slapping at the squirrels paw. "Excuse me!" He huffs as the squirrel checks around certain regions, "i'm perfectly alright!" The otters face turned quite the shade of red as the squirrel touched him before flipping onto his stomach. The otter blushed, not really sure what to say, hoping, despite his reluctance, the squirrel would continue his advance. Leiton Grey wasn't truly advancing, he is just making sure the otter is okay! "I just want to make sure you're okay! That was a hell of a fall..." The squirrel whimpers as the otter flops onto his stomach, and the squirrel sits down beside him to rub over his back. "I don't mean to be running around your privates, but I don't want to miss something..." Luna Loutre shrugs, still rather blushing. "Well sorry, i suppose i was just a bit tentative. But it was your fault that i fell in the first place! You were going to eat me!" The otter looked up at the other male, a sort of wistful longing in his eyes, giving a slight churrr as his small body is rubbed Leiton Grey scritches at the otter's back, running his paw from the back of his neck, down his spine, and all the way down to the base of his tail. He gives the otter's rump a little pat and giggles, "Well, I didn't know how else to give you a soft landing... Besides, I could keep you in my belly for a little while without doing any of the digesting stuff, so you'd be safe!" Luna Loutre chuckles before letting out a soft, tired sigh. "Well i was descending at a safe rate, you just scared me! But anyway," the otter shifted uncomfortable, "i-if i were to land myself in your stomach. I don't think i want to be safe in your stomach," the otter blushed as he confessed to the squirrel, rudder flicking nervously from side to side. Leiton Grey smiles knowingly at the otter, he hadn't exactly been subtle about wanting the squirrel to eat him for quite some time now. "Sorry for scaring you..." The squirrel idly grows perhaps a tad friskier in his movements, his scritches continuing down the otter's tail until it reaches about halfway down, before he starts to gently tug the tail to the side. Admittedly, the otter had caught the squirrel while the squirrel was still relatively waking up. Leiton moves over, shifting onto the belly-down otter, before settling down on top of him nice and smoothly. Though, he isn't at all subtle about his erection, pressing the bulge in his pants against the otter's bare rump. "Oh? Why wouldn't you want to be safe? You don't want to get gurgled and churned away into otter stew, do you~?" Luna Loutre gives a slight gasp, soon accompanied by a rather lustful moan as he feels the squirrels bulge tease his rear. "Y-yes sir," the otters face was a scarlet now, "i-i didn't mean to say it that way, but yes." The otter shuddered, giving a shiver that seemed to be both anticipation and apprehension. "I want to serve your body, give my own to you." The otter whimpered, "Though i would like to serve you in life sir, there's nothing testament to committing myself to your gut." Leiton Grey giggles to himself, head looming just over the otter's while he gives a playful press forward with his hips. While he couldn't safely penetrate the otter with his pants still on, he can easily slip the tent between the otter's cheeks to tease at his hole. "You're awful cute when you get all moany and red-faced like that, you know? I wonder how red-faced I can make it..." The squirrel runs his muzzle over the back of the otter's head, leaning over to rest his lips against Luna's ear. With a soft nibble, the squirrel runs his paws down the otter's sides, letting his claws dig just a little bit on their way down to his waist. "I can't decide which you'll look better as... A squirming, writhing meal in my belly, or the pudgy aftermath on my hips while I lure in a new meal~" Luna Loutre gives a lustful moan, the otter giving a half hearted squirm, the firmly pressed the otters cheeks around the others bulge. The otter can't help but keep up the blush, something truly arousing at how the squirrel teased him, eliciting small gasps and moans from the smaller male. The slight bite of the squirrels claws cause a shiver of delight to run all across the otter's body. "Sir, won't you get to compare though? I am going from live squirming otter to squirrel pudge, aren't i?" Leiton Grey gives a soft, delighted purr right into the ear of the shivering otter underneath him. His paws continue south over those hips, but instead jump to the squirrel's own waist, to tug down against his pants and undies. It doesn't take more than a firm pull to pull them down, briefly lifting his hips away from the otter. He doesn't tug them down all the way, just to his thighs, but it's more than enough. The squirrel's length drops free from its cloth prison, angled straight at the otter's rump, and descends. With a soft bite to the otter's ear, the squirrel presses his length back down between those cheeks, this time a noticeable squirrel member pressing against that hole with nothing to stop it. "I suppose there's only one way to find out, isn't there? Give the otter a nice, warm ride down to his home? Right where he belongs, and right where I can watch you be churned into some fat for me to show off." To punctuate the last bit, the squirrel's stomach gives a hungry gurgle from atop him, right against the otter's back. Luna Loutre can't stand the teasing. The slow pressing of the squirrels prick, the teasing of his squirrel voice. And the gurgling of the makes empty stomach. The otter moans, feeling both extremely lustful, and that he is truly in bliss, doing what the felt was his entire purpose in life. His rear was tight, that otter himself only having been mounted a few times, and rather inexperienced. "Yes, it is where i belong, well, as long as i live. Please sir though, could you save something of mine. A bone perhaps. I just don't want to be forgotten. But it is your choice sir. If you want me to be forgotten, just another meal, i have committed my body to yours sir." Leiton Grey smiles, giving that ear soft nibbles with his teeth while his paws return to the otter's hips. His thumbs dig in, perhaps a little roughly while the squirrel pries the otter's cheeks apart. A rather throaty purr rumbles through the squirrel while he presses his hips forward, digging his tip in against that pucker until it decides to give. A firm, steady push that continues until the squirrel has buried himself to the hilt in the otter's inexperienced ass. His stomach grumbles against the otter's back again, this time pressed so tightly that Luna can feel the squirrel's belly already churning with delight at the prospect of feasting on otter. "Oh? Save something? My dear otter, you won't be forgotten. I'll think of you every time I turn around and see the delightful form you've filled out my belly and ass with. Isn't that more than enough? It is your place, after all... A squirrel's lunch to serve as padding whenever he decides to have a bit of fun~" Luna Loutre whimpers and moans as the squirrel drives himself into the young otter, though tight, putting up little resistance to the squirrel. His own member was rubbing against the ground a while ago, though not visible do to the otters position under the predatory squirrel. It felt so right, pleasing his predator even as the male's body prepared to consume his own. "Sir, it is my place. I will gladly, ahhh!" Rather periodic moans punctuated the otters speech. "I will gladly fill your form. It's my purpose to be used in your body, my life nothing more than to prepare myself for this moment," the otter gasped out. Leiton Grey lets out a delighted rumble of content as he suckles on the otter's ear. A soft, fuzzy warmth against his body... and a taste he just can't get enough of. The squirrel has to stop himself from outright chewing on the other. With a playful push, the squirrel bumps his hips against the otter's rump, a delightful softness to it, no doubt thanks to the otter's love for food. He almost wants to start pounding the otter... and he gets an idea. The squirrel runs his paws back up the otter's sides, gently digging his claws in on the way up, before he pushes forward again. Curling his fingers around the otter's shoulders, Leiton keeps his prey still while he leans up against the otter's ear, almost painfully pressing his length as hard against that rump as he can. "You are my food, my nourishment... Don't you want me to enjoy myself, play with my food? Be proud of yourself, little otter, this squirrel thinks you're even worthy enough to be his little fucktoy before it all ends." Another warm gurgle against the otter's backside, and a hot breath over the otter's ear and muzzle as the squirrel's weight pushes him down against the dirt. "Tell me, pray, what do you want most?"

Luna Loutre squirms delightfully under the squirrel, more to entice himself to the seductive predator than to escape. A soft moan and panting of pleasure emanated from the male as the squirrel hilts his virgin body. The otter can't help but shiver delightedly at the males sharp claws, still squirming slightly under his gasp as his soft voice filled his eyes ears. "S-sir," he whimper, more in delight than any other emotion, "My body is your, literally soon. Please, enjoy me before i'm nothing more." The otters gasped again, the sounds of the squirrels stomach preparing for its large, live meal, both ominous and benevolent, a perfect accompaniment to that otters next statement, "I know it sound cliche, but i want to be your meal, to be part of a better male, someone worthy of a good life and full stomach." Leiton Grey grins, licking his lips while he looks down at the otter. While squirrel's aren't particularly known for growling, there's a deep rumble through his chest, almost like a purr. "Perfect..." He drags a claw across the otter's shoulder and over to the exposed neck, teasing him with it while the other paw moves down to Luna's rump. He doesn't waste any more time, keeping the smaller male's hips down against the ground while his own lift away a few inches, bringing the squirrel's manhood with him. He slowly pushes back in again to the hilt, opening his mouth just a bit. A small stream of the squirrel's saliva runs down his tongue and lands below the otter's ear to run through and soak his fur. "Hehe... I'll enjoy you. From the moment I claim your ass-" The squirrel's hips press against the otter's, fully hilted again. "Until you're squirming down my throat." Leighton's start is slow, grinding his hips against the otter's, while the paw still on his shoulder moves down to the otter's side to get a firmer grip, the only warning Luna gets before the squirrel starts to get going. Luna Loutre place is beneath this squirrel. Well actually, his place is nothing much than a small portion of easily worked off squirrel fat. He knew it all along, he this was the role he was meant to fill. And it felt so perfect, this helpless position, squirrel mounting his rear. Not to mention arousing. Another shiver tremors through the males rather delicate body, a soft gasp escaping his the member of the male claimed his virginity. "Oh fuck," he moans as the squirrel reenter him, the boy clenching his sharp white teeth. The otter feels the saliva dripping onto his head, a reminder of her role and fate as is slowly trickles down between his eyes. The male didn't respond, to the squirrels last statement, he would need all his breath, his small body struggling to get into a slightly more comfortable position before he is used for the squirrels pleasure. Leiton Grey doesn't give the otter enough wiggle room or time to struggle. With both paws gripped around the otter's thighs, the squirrel shifts his weight onto the otter's back, giving his hips plenty of room. He immediately starts thrusting, just a few inches of squirrel pushing and grinding against the otter's insides. His angle doesn't seem to care anything for getting the otter off, Leiton is just using it as best he can, grinding into the fresh ass with gusto. Each thrusts hilts the squirrel's cock and then some, trying to drive as much as he can inside. Claws dig into the otter's skin, dragging along it while he keeps the smaller male still. Knees against the ground and his tail curled over both of their legs, Leiton grunts over the otter, closing his eyes and cursing under his breath. A fine, virgin ass for the squirrel, shame nobody else would get to use it before the otter found himself eaten. Luna Loutre was really not that silent of a partner. Moans and gasps and quite a lot of yelps and bitten off curses escape the otters mouth. His rear was quite tight around the member, the young otter, other than the squirrel, never having been stretched before. The otter though, despite the arousal of being mounted, is rather incapable of stimulating himself do to the squirrel, the odd sensation of pleasure and forced restraint causing him to whimper and moan. The pain and pleasure coursed through the young otters body, along with the realization, this would be his first, and only time. Leiton Grey stretches the otter's ass quite nicely with the angle adjustments every few thrusts. Sometimes punching into his prostate, other thrusts missing it completely. The otter's stimulation is the last thing on the squirrel's mind while he enjoys himself, getting more and more erratic with his thrusting. Breaks in the otter's moaning and yelps are filled with the dry slaps of the squirrel's hips against that soft rump and the occasional curse from the squirrel. "Damn you've a good ass..." The squirrel's paws slide down, claws fully extending against the otter's skin while he angles himself further up. Shifting to his knees a bit more, the squirrel feels his own finish rising, a throaty groan of satisfaction while he pushes himself to his edge. His stomach is grumbling louder, demanding a meal, and stopping the squirrel from taking his time with the otter's ass. With a grunt, the squirrel plows forward, leaning down to bite down on the otter's shoulder. Teeth dig in while he bucks his hips, already fully hilted, but grinding out as much self-pleasure as he can before the shiver runs down his spine. "Ooooffuck... Tight little bitch..." His grinding continues while the squirrel pumps his seed into the otter, nearly eight inches deep to make sure nothing leaks out. Luna Loutre wriggled and well, could help pleading for the squirrel to stop. The otter's mind was filled with an deep pain though a despite pleasure coursed through his body. It was a desperate pleasure, that made him whine for stimulation but the pain on the other hand screamed for him to dislodge the dominant male. Though the otter struggled, little was gained of it. Small trails of blood spring up from the squirrels claws. The otters eyes are clenched shut, ready himself for the squirrels release. A yelp of pain and surprise springs from his lips as the squirrels teeth dig into the tender flesh of his neck, the seed filling the otter deep inside his body. I was the squirrels now, to do with as he wished. And that with seemed to be a full, squirming stomach. Leiton Grey groans into the bite, tail fluttering behind him while he grinds his hips against the otter's rump. Slow, but painfully deep grinds to keep himself lodged in completely, out of making instinct. Still, another instinct is prevalent in the squirrel's mind, tasting the otter beneath him only serving to drive his hunger-fueled lust even deeper. The squirrel makes sure his climax is finished, before the squirrel pulls himself out in one swift tug. Dislodging his teeth and claws, the squirrel rises to all fours over the smaller otter, and rumbles. "Enough with the playtime... You're going to feed yourself to me. Submit to me, and become mine." Pushing down on the otter one last time, the squirrel climbs over him until his hips are over Luna's head. With a dark grin, the squirrel lowers himself back down for a moment, just enough to grind his hips against the back of the otter's head, pushing it against the ground with a bit of force, and wiping off his sheath. After he's sufficiently cleaned himself, the squirrel continues forward, turns around and sits, watching to see if the otter does as he's commanded. Luna Loutre claws and crasps at the ground as the squirrel fills his body with the seed. The otter was completely helpless though, even if he wanted to escape, though he most likely would if he got the chance. The teeth digging into the otters flesh caused him to wince as they drew blood from the young male. By the time the squirrel was done, the otter looked as if he had been completely wore out, the otter, who had been a virgin up to the point panting and used, though his erection was still prevent. The otter was just starting to rise and give a response, when the squirrels hips pushed his head forcefully down with a little pained yelp from the smaller male. He felt the squirrel clean himself against the otters velvety fur, leaving behind a rather ample portion of his seed in the otter's fur. The otter whimpers as he rises again, his eyes not meeting the squirrels. He approaches slowly, on all fours, head down. "Feed myself to you sir?" The otter squeaks out, gulping as he gathered his bravery, "w-whenever you're ready." Leiton Grey settles back on his rump, looking down over the abused otter. With a delighted grin, the squirrel licks his lips and reaches under the otter's chin. He lifts it, enough to force those eyes to watch while the squirrel yawns open his mouth. Teeth glistening white from good hygiene, though it's quite clear that the squirrel is hungry. He's already dripping, rivulets of squirrel saliva running down his tongue, strands connecting teeth together, a warm and wet hole waiting to be filled with otter. He pushes his tongue to the bottom of his mouth, curling it nicely so that the tip of it just reaches over his bottom teeth, inviting Luna inside. The squirrel lets his stomach answer for him, a loud, welcoming gurgle to signify his hunger. Luna Loutre eyes are indeed fixated on the squirrels maw. It's the last sight the otter knew he would see. The otter takes a moment to stare into the fleshy abyss, second guessing his decision. But there's no going back. If he had not suggested it himself, he knew that his shameful display of the squirrel breeding him would be enough of a show of dominance to signify the fate of the small male. He both deserved it, and it was his natural place in the scheme of life. The greedy gurgle fills his ears, the otter knowing that it's time to sate that stomach. With his eyes wide open, as not to miss the last moments of light, the otter moves forward and begins to press his muzzle in between the squirrels jaws and into the cramped saliva filled maw. Leiton Grey keeps his mouth open wide for the otter, letting it slack open to give him an easier time. He wants to watch the otter enjoy himself, after all, what better purpose could he serve than to fill a squirrel's stomach? With a happy sigh, the squirrel blows a warm breath over the otter, working his tongue under Luna's muzzle to start pulling his head inside. His paws remain back, supporting his weight off of the ground, but otherwise not helping the otter fulfill his desires. He would pull him down faster later, but not until the otter's head is squirming its way down his throat. He lifts his head up, at least willing to aide the otter work his way inside. The head itself isn't the tightest fight, as soon as the otter's muzzle brushes against the back of his tongue, the squirrel gives a powerful gulp, rippling the tongue under him and sending the otter a few inches down the squirrel's stretchy gullet. Luna Loutre was rather taken aback by the squirrels lack of aid. But it was just another display, at least to the otter, of how much the squirrel could control him. The warm maw was rather pleasing though, in a rather morbid fashion. It felt so good to be inside the squirrel, fulfilling his purpose. The otter wriggled his head deeper into the jaws, warm saliva and the eager tongue. It felt perfect to please the squirrel like this, to let the squirrel relax as his meal literally walked down his throat. The powerful gulp filled his ears as it pulled the otter forward into the throat with a soft yip, signifying that the squirrel was going to go through with this. Leiton Grey knows that the otter can't resist pushing himself inside, to feed the squirrel he's submitted himself to. For the squirrel, forcing the otter to start the process himself means to force the otter to show just how little he values himself in comparison to the squirrel. Still, with Luna's taste filling his mouth and throat, he can't help but enjoy himself. Taking another gulp, the squirrel pushes his throat muscles around the otter's muzzle, dragging him deeper. Each swallow pulls him down, inch by inch, a gurgling belly waiting for its meal below. Still... the otter's pace seems a bit slow for someone so eager to fill another's stomach. Reaching forward with one paw, the squirrel digs a claw into the otter's side, pulling him up by it. He can't speak around the otter's head, but he can relay his feelings with his paw, and right now it's telling the otter to please the squirrel further. Luna Loutre knew he was still holding back. The otter though was fearful, fearful of the fate he knew he wanted. The paw gripped him, how the squirrel dug in his nails, enough to know that he wasn't satisfying the squirrel enough. But he shouldn't fear. He may be ending his own life but for good reason. The squirrel wanted pleasure and a meal. He was going to become part of a male more handsome, strong and intelligent than himself. In almost all sense of the word, superior. The otter braced his legs against the ground, pushing as he wiggled about, trying to fit his body between the squirrels lips. The dark pit parted eagerly to accept him, sending his muzzle towards the squirrels stomach. Leiton Grey gives a rumble of content as the otter starts pushing with his legs. With one paw held back to keep himself hoisted up, the squirrel moves his head from side to side, working his jaws around the smaller otter's shoulders. With the added help of strong otter legs pushing him forward, though, they pop in almost audibly. The claw in the otter's side digs deeper, the more taste of this otter, the more the squirrel's hunger took over. Even in his desire to have the otter give himself as food, Leiton can't help but enjoy the predatory nature of eating someone hole. The otter's bulge in his throat disappears further into his chest while the shoulders are pulled into his throat with another powerful gulp. He closes his eyes, almost grinning to himself while his dear otter wriggles his way closer and closer to his final resting place. Luna Loutre really had no chance of escape now. His fate was sealed, like the lips would seen be after his body made its final descent. The otter's paws still forced his body deeper into the squirrel, the otter a truly a willing sacrifice. A whimpers escaped his lips, muffled by the squirrels pulsating throat, as the claws dug cruelly into his side. Another ripple of throat muscles pulled him deeper. He could feel just how much the squirrel enjoyed this. And that satisfied him in an odd way. His life was giving the squirrel pleasure, only to have him end it. The impermanence of his own life and realization that he was only prey, a single meal for a predator who would eat many other boys like him, made him feel, complete. Leiton Grey keeps his tongue pressed to the bottom of his mouth, a copious amount of drool soaking the otter's pelt the further he slips down. Another gulp, and the otter's arms are pinned to his sides. Using the braced legs against him, the squirrel pushes his head forward. With the hard part of getting the shoulders in his throat out of the way, the squirrel has nothing stopping him from working down the rest of his meal. His paw runs further down the otter's side, over his hip, and curls its way under Luna's tail. Without another warning the squirrel dips three of his fingers into the otter's used pucker, curling them to give himself a nice hook to pull with. The squirrel gives a rumbling purr, thrumming around the otter with satisfaction of a meal, just as the otter's head moves into his stomach. Luna Loutre was now just a few more swift swallows away from disappearing from the world for good. The otters legs were being lifted from the ground, unable to force himself deeper. He's decent was now all up to the predator. The warm, acidic air hit his face, a odd sweet tang to it. The otter knew he was there, his fleshy tomb. The otter slips slowly down ward propelled by gravity towards the churning liquids the lay inches below his head. Leiton Grey leans forward a bit, shifting his weight so that he can reach forward with both paws. Removing his other paw from the otter's rump, the squirrel pushes them both down, over the otter's legs. He grabs onto the otter's ankles, claws no longer needed to keep his meal squirming, and promptly lifts him up with a soft grunt. With the help of gravity pushing the otter down, the squirrel tugs on Luna's legs, pulling them down with one gulp after another. Hips disappear into the squirrel's mouth, before he stops, if just for a moment. He presses his tongue back up, running it over the otter's groin. Just a tease, before another gulp sends him back, erection or not, into his throat. More and more of the otter fills out his stomach, pressing out over his lap while his meal is forced to curl up in the tight, muggy space. There's already a pool of stomach acid waiting for him, the smell of burning fur filling up the otter's prison. A trained predator's stomach is never really one for waiting. Luna Loutre was still quite worked up, the otter slipping down with quite the stiff shaft, still unattended. The otters legs quickly disappeared, his tail the last part of the otter's body to see daylight. Then the boys gone. The otter feels himself beginning to burn, his curled up, slightly whimpering soaked in matted in saliva and digestive juices. The otter didn't know if the squirrel was going restrict his air or let him breath. Ether letting him pass out or experience the digestion of his body. Sighing, the otter pressed a paw to the inside of the wall, "i'm all yours now.. " Leiton Grey lets go of the otter's legs while they slip inside, another gulp sending both feet paws down into his mouth. He closes his lips, and mostly his jaw, around the last of the otter's tail to slip inside, tasting the last of his meal for a moment. With a content rumble of approval, the squirrel sucks in a deep breath and swallows it with the last of the otter, his warm throat giving the last chunk of lutrine a tight massage while his throat works him the rest of the way down. Finally able to speak, the squirrel reaches down to his belly and pats at it. "You were always mine, you silly little thing. Just took you a while to realize it. But as a reward, I'll even bring you down some fresh air, so you can be all nice and awake for your final moments..." His belly rumbles, giving a firm push at the otter while the squirrel belches away the stale air, before taking a deep breath and sucking in new air for the otter to breathe, even as the acids are pooling higher around him and starting to burn away at his skin. Luna Loutre knew his fate was sealed. The otter, even if he had been able to resist, couldn't have done anything at this point as he was stuffed into a visible ball inside the predator's stomach. This was where it was going to all end for him, this dark, liquid filled wetness of cloying muscles and biting acids intent on churning him away to nothing, leaving new sign the otter had ever lived. It was perfect. A perfect way for a male like himself to die, as prey to, at least in his mind, a superior being. He felt the stomach contract around him, the acid begins to burn at his flesh. The squirrel was going to keep him alive, to witness it all... Leiton Grey stretches back, keeping his chin tucked down to watch the otter get pushed around by his powerful stomach. With a low growl of approval, he belches out the air, the taste of burning fur growing more and more abundant in his breath. He revels in it for a moment, leaving the otter without any fresh air. A swimmer like the otter would surely be able to hold his breath for a little while... He couldn't let the little guy get bored while he waited for his death. Paw moving over to his belly, he presses his claws into his skin. Not deep enough to pierce or scratch himself, but firm enough for the otter to feel them rubbing over him. Another deep gulp of air gives the otter a fresh breath, after which the squirrel rests his paws over the belly and watches to see how the otter reacts to the ever-rising level of stomach acid in the squirrel's stomach. In just the minute or two the otter's been trapped, he's already halfway submerged in the powerful liquid, the fur on his back completely burned away. Luna Loutre hadn't realized it would be like this. The otter had imagined something like just fading away to blackness, not this hell like end. The otter whimpered as he felt the fur of his lower body begin to almost in a sense, loosen. The otter struck out, to find only it aggravated the issue, the otter letting out a yelp of pain. The otter could feel the squirrel enjoying himself, the paws pressing in teasingly to the otter boy. He struck back, biting and clawing against the slick wall, no damage apparent other to himself. "You never said it would be like this! Please let me out!" The scratched at his captor. He could feel his body being torn apart, chunks of fur and flesh leaving his body to join the squirrels stew of acids, and soon of him. Leiton Grey has had every intent to see just how much the otter knew what he was getting himself in for. The squirrel's stomach acids are powerful, stripping fur from flesh, flesh from bone. Just a minute longer, and the otter would be completely submerged. He rubs over the suddenly squirming belly, patting over the paws striking at the firm stomach walls, and looking for the otter's head. He finds it, palms pressing behind it, only to give it a shove. The air vacates his belly again, another loud belch sounding through the squirrel's room. With the removed space and his head pushing down, the squirrel forces Luna's face down into the gently sloshing sea of acid, just enough to coat his muzzle in it. He holds the head there for a moment, sighing in content and the thrashing meal, before reaching his paws down to his groin. He can't help himself, the delightful squirms and pleas from the otter has given him quite the second erection, which he promptly rubs over the otter's back, even as the acids eat away at the thick muscle. Luna Loutre had been terrible naive. The otter had no clue at the squirrels plans. His body was helpless to resist, the acid working quickly on the fur of his chest and greedily stripping his legs of musculature. But the otter didn't stop struggling it was impossible for him not to. Even as his face was shoved cruelly into the digestive fluids, he struggled, attempting to force the air from his lungs to make it end faster. The silence was oppressive, whether it be from just the submergence, or the acid in his ears, he couldn't tell anymore. The pain was to much and everywhere. Though he could still feel that smugness and now pleasure of the squirrel as he began to touch himself. He didn't know if the squirrel could hear him, though he prayed he could, "w-why did you do this?, how?" Leiton Grey let out another sigh. Even with the air out of the otter's lungs, the acids working away at him would kill him long before suffocation. His paws move into a steady rub, feeling the much squishier form of the flailing otter get completely submerged in his stomach acid. No room to breathe, no escape, no matter how hard he struggles. The squirrel can't hear anything but the strong churning gurgles of his stomach and his own deep purrs, nor did he care to hear. The otter is his meal, his pleasure, and his soon to be fat. One paw stops rubbing at the rapidly deteriorating otter to grip down at his shaft below, pulling it up against the otter to grind against. Inside the stomach, the otter's fur is completely gone. Acids work at the otter's nose, eyelids, dipping into his submerged ears, working away at his genitals, eating at his pads... No area is safe from the squirrel's stomach, skin and muscle burning in pain while the squirrel is simply happily waiting for his meal to stop moving. Luna Loutre struggling soon began to diminish. The otter was hurting himself more than he was the squirrel, and even his animal instincts dulled by the pain that ripped all along his body. The otter couldn't stop it. Curling into a ball, he tried to cry, but he couldn't tell if he did, his body was literally melting around him, removing his ability to feel and function. These were his last moments, the timer ticking on how long either the pain would kill him or the acid would seep into a vital organ. His thoughts were his last sanctum from the body that would consume him utterly. And he could feel was the rage that he held for the squirrel. How he had tricked the otter into this, or at least hadn't prevented it. How he had so readily devoured the boy. And how he enjoyed himself, teasingly with the otter even as his flesh was burned away and his life came to an end. The otter sat very still, attempting to hold onto the last strands of life as the squirrels stomach digested him from otter to flesh to bone to nothing but squirrel fat. Leiton Grey keeps one paw on his belly, firmly pressing down over the rapidly deteriorating otter. On the outside, the squirrel seems happy and content, his slowly rounding out belly working on the meal inside. Just a stuffed squirrel with an erection and a smile, nothing abnormal or peculiar. On the inside of his stomach, however... The squirrel's acids were eating away at whatever bone they could find, the stomach juices growing thicker and thicker as more of him was broken away and fell into the pool. Ears burned away, nose worn off, paw webbing long-eaten away. The otter loses feeling in most of his body when the acids make their way to his spinal column and burn away that vital nervous system. Soon after, the acids filling into the otter's ears and throat would work away at flesh, stripping it off, and seeping into the otter's skull and throat. Luna's brain shuts off, not even thoughts able to be had while the squirrel's meal stops moving, save for the firm churns from the stomach itself. With a content sigh, the squirrel rubs his belly over his lap, almost giggling to himself at his meal. No amount of rage from the otter could be felt by the squirrel, nor could he care. The otter was and is nothing more than a meal to him, some soon-to-be fat on his hips and ass. If anything, the squirrel's next thoughts were of the next possible victim... The otter's memory soon slipping from the squirrel entirely. Such is the fate of dinner.